Cyclomanic theater
Apr. 27th, 2004 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaThis is bullshit.
"Oh, yes, you did your payroll, but since it was assumed that you do your payroll at the end of the day, you lose one day of pay and get a prissy little lecture about updating the payroll before she leaves, plebe, not before you leave." Plus, mysteriously, my time tracker had two entries for last Monday. Fuck. Problem was the old payroll had seperate Excel sheets for each pay period, with the due date. Unless I look up at the sheet of payroll, I won't know. I guess I'll have to put reminders in my Outlook Calender. Oh, and that vaporware manual. Needs writing.
I got a headache, I didn't have much of a lunch, I haven't written the scene where Emily meets Aisllin on the trolley and they go off and have coffee and angst over people not being there when you are hurting (how do you find such a place in Boston at midnight now that IHOP and Deli Haus are gone?) but I spend it writing the biographies of a family for a failed roleplaying campaign and I feel like bitching about it. I am not sure if I ask if you guys want to read what I've written so far, because you might think I've gone Heavenly Creatures on you. No, my mom is safe, and I am not going to babble about a fourth world or anything. Plus, Pandora Waltz. Does anyone still care? I tell myself first the scene with Emily and Aislinn, then the fourth part. I think part of it is 1) my sleep was interrupted (Ever wake and think, gosh, I wonder what my character's moon sign would be? No? Just me?), 2) not enough water.
There is pizza at least, and it's sunny. I will be able to set aside money to save, again. I still need a hug. Maybe this annoyance will move away. Darn, I am missing free cone day at Ben and Jerrys. I am peeved, since Dublin Mudslide is good.
And today's sheepage:
"Are there any questions you'd like to ask any of the characters from any of my fics? Post it in a comment and the character shall respond."
"Oh, yes, you did your payroll, but since it was assumed that you do your payroll at the end of the day, you lose one day of pay and get a prissy little lecture about updating the payroll before she leaves, plebe, not before you leave." Plus, mysteriously, my time tracker had two entries for last Monday. Fuck. Problem was the old payroll had seperate Excel sheets for each pay period, with the due date. Unless I look up at the sheet of payroll, I won't know. I guess I'll have to put reminders in my Outlook Calender. Oh, and that vaporware manual. Needs writing.
I got a headache, I didn't have much of a lunch, I haven't written the scene where Emily meets Aisllin on the trolley and they go off and have coffee and angst over people not being there when you are hurting (how do you find such a place in Boston at midnight now that IHOP and Deli Haus are gone?) but I spend it writing the biographies of a family for a failed roleplaying campaign and I feel like bitching about it. I am not sure if I ask if you guys want to read what I've written so far, because you might think I've gone Heavenly Creatures on you. No, my mom is safe, and I am not going to babble about a fourth world or anything. Plus, Pandora Waltz. Does anyone still care? I tell myself first the scene with Emily and Aislinn, then the fourth part. I think part of it is 1) my sleep was interrupted (Ever wake and think, gosh, I wonder what my character's moon sign would be? No? Just me?), 2) not enough water.
There is pizza at least, and it's sunny. I will be able to set aside money to save, again. I still need a hug. Maybe this annoyance will move away. Darn, I am missing free cone day at Ben and Jerrys. I am peeved, since Dublin Mudslide is good.
And today's sheepage:
"Are there any questions you'd like to ask any of the characters from any of my fics? Post it in a comment and the character shall respond."
